Horses Poem

Horses

It seems like magic,

The way they move.

Their manes are like fire,

Floating on the air.

Their tails are held high,

Proud and majestic.

 

They run as fast as the wind,

As free as a breeze,

And as strong as a gust,

Eating up distance,

On long slender legs.




They run any troubles away,

And they fly with the wind,

So carefree and lighthearted. 

 

So sad is it now,

That there are very few left,

That run together,

unaffected by man.

 

The ones that are untouched,

May they run with the wind,

Forever wild and free.






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